Neighbours
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Peeping Tom
When you live alone, you get used to certain things - not shutting the bathroom door being one of them. I moved into a ground floor flat, and carried on my usual habits of never shutting the bathroom door - why would I when I lived alone? well, it turns out that I probably should have done so.
I exited the shower one evening and dried off. Standing naked infront of the sink I proceeded to have a shave, brush my teeth and general clean-up stuff. Something wasnt right though - that feeling of being watched. Alone in the flat in a room with no window, being watched was impossible, surely? Well, no. I turned round and looked out the bathroom door into the hallway, where the letterbox on my front door snicked shut with a little clang and footsteps were heard retreating up the comunal stairs.
I wonder who it was and how many times they had been peering through my letterbox watching my willy waving around in time with me brushing my teeth?
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 22:59, Reply)
When you live alone, you get used to certain things - not shutting the bathroom door being one of them. I moved into a ground floor flat, and carried on my usual habits of never shutting the bathroom door - why would I when I lived alone? well, it turns out that I probably should have done so.
I exited the shower one evening and dried off. Standing naked infront of the sink I proceeded to have a shave, brush my teeth and general clean-up stuff. Something wasnt right though - that feeling of being watched. Alone in the flat in a room with no window, being watched was impossible, surely? Well, no. I turned round and looked out the bathroom door into the hallway, where the letterbox on my front door snicked shut with a little clang and footsteps were heard retreating up the comunal stairs.
I wonder who it was and how many times they had been peering through my letterbox watching my willy waving around in time with me brushing my teeth?
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 22:59, Reply)
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